"Slumped in an old shop doorway, with a vacant look upon his face, forever to be ridiculed, shamed, and disgraced. His clothing is all ragged, tattered, dirty, and torn, he is always looked down on, with no pity, but scorn. Forever to be remembered, for plotting that awful crime, his days are now numbered, he really doesn't have much more time. Suddenly! a small child's voice, breaks my thoughts with a loud cry, "Hey mister!...please don't be tight,...have you gorr'a Penny for me Guy!"